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I could not remember when I had last felt so ready for change, a new

beginning.

As I travelled to the lake, I reflected on what the gardeners had taught me.

They did not consider happiness a matter of chance.

Instead they did everything in their power to cultivate it.

Through them I could see another way of being.

Of course, Mother. I will be quick.

Anne!

Mary!

What are you doing here? I'm with Mr and Mrs Gardner. We're

travelling to the lakes.

What are you doing here?

Mary, we've much to catch up on.

My mother and I were just taking a rest at the inn.

We're heading home to Nottingham for two weeks. But what of you and Mr Heywood?

Are you engaged at last?

Actually, Mary, Mr Heywood and I ended our agreement.

Sorry? I'm now engaged to Mr Powell, who I met at Mr Ryder's buffet.

Oh, my mother's calling.

Well, someone should tell you.

How is Mr Heywood?

He took the news as well as could be expected.

I care deeply for Mr. Hayward, but we were not a match.

He had for many years been trying to advance his career so that we might be

married.

He was taxing on us both.

I'm sorry.

You will see him at the lake, will you not?

Take care of him for me.

Of course.

I must go, but I will call for you on your return to London.

Poor

Tom.

He must be heartbroken.

Oh, yes, he must.

Now while the birds thus sing a joyous song, and while the young lambs bound as

to the table's sound, to me alone there came a thought of grief.

Timely utterance gave that thought relief, and I again am strong.

Did you sleep well, Mary?

I had a dream that Mother came to fetch me. It was quite frightening.

Your mother will not follow you here. Can we be sure of that? Mary, your

hates nature.

And any form of inconvenience.

And the North more generally.

Indeed. Look who I've found.

Tom, I'm so pleased that you were able to join us. I'm not interrupting.

No, not at all. We're very pleased to see you. I thought long and hard.

About what you said?

I said that he works too hard and should enjoy himself occasionally.

How lovely that someone listens to me.

We all hang on your every word, don't we?

Tom, join us. I've already eaten.

Oh, well, in that case, why don't you two go out and get some fresh air before

we head to the lake?

Good idea.

I have something for you.

Sorry, forgive me.

It was nothing.

Please.

Miss Bennet, I wondered if this might be of use to you.

It's Mr Wordsworth's Guide to the Lakes, where geography meets poetry.

Thank you.

It is most fortunate that you're able to join us.

How was your time at Pemberley, Miss Bennett?

Oh, Pemberley was... ..very busy.

I'm pleased to hear that your mother has recovered.

Oh, yes, my mother was, um... ..very much back to her old self.

That is a good thing, is it not?

Oh, well, no, yes.

But, um, well, in her strengthened state.

I think she may be more disappointed in me now than she has ever been.

Well, I'm very surprised to hear that.

Oh, you have not met my sisters, Mr Hayward.

They are, each of them, beautiful and accomplished.

I do not compare well, as my mother often observed.

Miss Bennet, I am so sorry that anyone has ever made you feel like a

disappointment.

I bumped into Anne Baxter on the way here.

At the coaching inn? Quite by chance.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hayward. I understand you must be suffering

terribly.

Well, I...

I heard our friend Mr Ryder came to visit you at Pemberley. Oh, well, um,

uh... Mary, Tom, we should get going.

Yes.

Oh, we will speak again. Yeah, bye.

I read in my fishing book...

that we need to find the creases where the current meets calmer water.

So now, no.

You're holding the line too tightly. And you should never have an overfilled

spool. No, just loosen it a little.

I'm thinking. No.

What's the name of that mountain there?

I believe that is Scarfell.

Mr. Wiseworth's sister Dorothy climbed Scarfell. Did she not? She did.

Said that you can see all the way out to sea from up there.

Oh, how wonderful.

Would you be prepared to attempt climbing it with me?

Really? Do you think we could?

I'd like to.

Are you skilled at physical pursuits, Miss Bennet? No, not in the least. I'm

enthusiastic. I'll get the net.

Well, that'll do. That and good boot.

What do you think?

I hope I didn't speak out of turn when I mentioned Mr. Ryder's visit.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Not at all. No.

I really only hope that I didn't speak out of turn by mentioning Miss Baxter.

Oh, no. Not at all. Not at all.

Miss Baxter and I had... And it was uneventful.

Something is definitely wrong.

Oh.

It's risable.

Bring it in. No, no. Now, just let the rod do the work.

So lift and reel.

Lift and reel.

Lift and reel.

Perhaps this will be your supper for the evening.

I'm not eating that.

It's moving.

No, I cannot show you, Mr Hayward. My sketches, they're an offence to both the

lake and to art itself.

That is quite a feat, Miss Bennet.

Well, for the sake of lifting your spirits, I'll show you my own disastrous

drawings, but please tell no one of what you see.

Do not show me if you're being modest.

I shall feel wretched if you're that actually well drawn. No, they are not.

And I have to warn you, it will be impossible for you to ever think of me

man of feeling once you've seen these. I have no artistic talent at all.

Oh, oh.

No, these, uh... No, these are quite terrible.

I mean, I don't even know what that is.

That?

That is a duck.

Miss Bennet? It has too many legs.

Well, could we say that it is stepping on a plant? I don't think we could.

No? No.

No. Perhaps we would enjoy the view more if we weren't trying to replicate it.

Well, I certainly would.

We could go riding.

You ride much, Miss Bennet? No, that's another thing I possess no skill for.

At Pemberley, I went riding with Miss... Um...

With, uh, Mr. Ryder.

Uh... Um... Mr.

Ryder and I are not engaged.

If that's what you thought.

Oh.

In fact, I'm trying to think of, um, a different future for myself.

I was wondering whether governessing might be possible outside of my family.

I think you would be an excellent governess.

But, Miss Bennet, do you not think that you might perhaps

find yourself a match?

Oh, no, no, Mr Hayward, no.

I'm at peace with that.

Do you not think it might be worth you having one last look about?

Just to make sure.

No.

I've learnt my lesson.

Any looking about will only lead to disappointment.

Anyway, I'm sure... I'm sure you do not wish to discuss engagements.

Well, the truth is... It's a lark that sings.

Mr. Haywood?

Well,

perhaps it is a thrush. No, no, the lark is more melodic. The thrush is, um...

Well, I mean, it's sort of more, it has a variety of sounds, more like... Yes.

But they may sing differently up here.

In London, they sound like... I find the

lark is a bit more... I think the

lark is quite a difficult one to get right. It's quite shrill. Hard on the

throat.

In truth, the only bird call that I'm entirely confident with is that of the

London pigeon.

Come in.

Good evening, Mary.

How have you enjoyed your day?

Very much so.

You and Mr. Hayward get along very well.

He must surely be quite devastated about Anne Baxter.

If he is, he's concealing his heartache quite

convincingly.

He seems in good spirits.

I always wondered if they're entirely well suited.

Really?

I'm sure Mr. Hayward felt that they were.

Did he?

Good night, Mary.

You can't...

What

are you reading?

Tin Tan Abbey.

That was my favourite. I am quite fed up with it.

Does not easily give up its secrets.

Would you read it to me?

From where you are.

Oh.

Well.

In hours

of weariness, sensations sweet, felt in the blood and felt along the heart.

And passing even into my purer mind with tranquil

restoration, feelings too of unremembered, unremembered pleasure.

on? I'd like to take some notes on that last bit.

I will read on, but perhaps you could try not to worry about notes, Miss

for I have learned to look on nature not as in the hour of thoughtless youth,

but hearing oftentimes still

sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to

and subdue.

And I have felt presence.

that deserves me with the joy of elevated thoughts.

What do you think?

Yes, no, um... Mr Wordsworth is... Well, he's explaining our

connection to nature and... to all of this.

And how that connection...

Grow? We age?

Yes.

I've read this poem a thousand times.

Sitting here, I finally feel its true power.

I have been trying to clarify something, Miss Bennet.

I would like you to know that it was something of a relief to end my

understanding with Miss Baxter.

We were quite young when we made our agreement.

And over that time, my feelings had changed.

Recently, I found that they had changed quite significantly.

And I hope... I hope that you'd feel the same way.

Ryder! What is he doing here?

William Ryder! Why is he getting into the water?

Oh, he's an absolute typical of that man, and an impatient and ill -thought

-through... Mr. Ryder, please be careful!

What a beautiful day!

What are you doing here?

Mr.

Ryder, please let me help you onto the boat.

Come on, Hayward.

A bit harder. Careful.

Mr Hayward!

I'm fine.

How do you always manage to cause such a scene? It's quite bracing, isn't it?

Could you help, Miss Bennett?

Yes.

Miss Bennett, could you get it off, please? Yes, of course.

No, that's not quite what happened.

Miss Bennett, could you get the other one?

We'll hold on to the other end.

Yes.

Thank you.

Let go. The last thing we want is to pull Miss Bennett in. No, let go.

Let go.

Oh, sorry, yes, of course.

Right.

Well, we'll have to swim back. Yes, well, we can't leave this bed. It's

Sorry.

I'm afraid you're going to have to put in more effort than that.

This isn't easy.

Yes, well, we wouldn't be in this situation if you'd awaited us all like

other gentleman.

I think I swallowed the water.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Mr Ryder. Mr Gardner. Mrs Gardner.

Please forgive me intruding.

I needed legal advice and when I heard Tom was in the lakes, well, I could

hardly resist.

How lovely to see you, Mr Ryder.

What is this legal matter that simply could not wait?

Oh, it's not urgent. No, let's enjoy ourselves first.

I had not realised I would find such a happy party gathered here.

You two will catch your death.

Go and change.

On such a beautiful day, I can barely feel the cold.

Well,

that was a much more adventurous day than I'd been imagining.

Yes, it was quite unexpected all round. I mean, what the hell is there here?

Greetings from London.

Miss Burnett. Mr Hurst.

Mr Hurst.

What is that smell?

Is this the whole of your party? Or is... Louisa, have you seen my silver

reticule?

Miss Bingley.

Miss Bingley.

Ryder, why are you undressed?

Well, I have never been anywhere so wet and muddy in all my life. And what is

that smell? That's what I said. That's oxygen.

Miss Binkley, that is the smell of fresh air.

Miss Bennet.

No one mentioned you were going to be here.

And yet, here I am.

Right, well, we ought to get ourselves settled in these frightfully small

Louisa? Mr Hurst? Right, I will change and meet you all for supper.

By the fire to warm us up.

And also excuse me.

I've arranged for the guide to meet us here in

the morning.

Ah, yes, Miss Gardner tells us that you are climbing Scarfell tomorrow.

That is true.

Then we shall join you.

You would need to make proper preparations before undertaking such a

Of course, Mr Hayward would rather confine us to smooth lakes and calm

would just be happy to make it through the day without one of your particular

adventures.

What about you, Miss Bingley?

Mrs Hurst, will you join us?

It is a difficult climb.

A most difficult climb.

I have long wished to see the place that birthed such magnificent verses.

A few inconveniences on the way are a...

Small price to pay.

Do you read poetry, Miss Bingley? I didn't know you cared for it. It is a

passion I share only with my friends.

Tell me, how long will this climb take?

I think I'll tell you. Well, it depends on our pace. I think the guide will be

able to give us a better estimate. Mr. Ryder, I am... Oh,

you sure are quite... May I? Oh, um...

Perhaps you and I might walk together.

Tomorrow.

Away from the crowd.

I'd very much like that.

And at the top of the mountain, we might finish that conversation that we

started.

On the boat.

Tom, shall we discuss provisions for the climb?

Oh, yes.

Good night, Miss Bennet.

Good night.

Excuse me, I just... I don't know that.

Yes, Miss Bennet.

I have been wanting to speak to you to apologise.

Oh, er... For my proposal at Pemberley.

Please, think no more of it.

I now see a way in which it is possible for us to have all that and still...

I'd hope to see you again in London, but I found you here, and that must mean

something.

My situation has changed somewhat, and... Mr Ryder, we need your

knowledge of the mountains to settle an argument.

One moment.

Miss Bennet, the top of Scarfell Pike is the most beautiful place I have ever

seen.

Once we get there, I will make amends to you.

I had arrived in the lakes determined to make my own way in the world.

Could it be that once I had firmly accepted I did not wish to marry at all,

had somehow won the admiration of two dear friends?